1500 6 1
|
|
150052
|
Not to...Witness such sufferingWatch as a life fades awayReceive the callAttend this funeralBe surrounded by well meaning family and friendsStand by helplessly as my father sobs in his brother's armsNotice the pain settle in my brother's eyesSee my grandparents' tortured,…
|
150075
|
I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
|
1500128
|
His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
|
150052
|
|
1500105
|
Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
|
150086
|
There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
|
150000
|
But she didn't. It would have been no historical anomaly if she had, by the way. She played with the world like it was a toy. Sometimes I wondered if I'd wake up in a box, a victim of live internment, and scream only to be humiliated later by her laughter
|
1500118
|
beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
|
150031
|
I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
|
150043
|
" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
|
150020
|
I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
|
150000
|
Lottie was a slim, fine looking woman. But Dale thought her breast implants were the worst case of overkill he had ever seen.
|
15001710
|
politics only add to assault and distract
|
150083
|
goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
|
150073
|
They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
|
150010
|
She lay there, skin and bones, unable to speak. Little did we know those were our last moments togethter. How cruel for her, to want to share a lifetime of thoughts and feelings in those waning moments only to be robbed of the chance. My brother and I…
|
150022
|
There is a roofer straddling part of our house, pushing shingles off of our roof with the edge of a shovel. …. I've thought seriously, at times, about becoming a nurse. Seeing your mother in a hospital bed, hooked up to a tube, more than one, too…
|
150041
|
When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
|
150077
|
She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
|
150033
|
OhYou like quiet nights in?I do tooBut we might not get alongbecauseOnly part of youwants silence
|
149966
|
Above our bellies we are beautiful women with luscious breasts. Where there is skin, believe me, it is flawless, irresistible. Most of us have long hair, but there are some among us who keep their heads close cropped for aerodynamic…
|
149998
|
6. to register for the draft
|
149921
|
...to know they are not alone
|
149943
|
Ey’, it’s where I followed him down
|
1499139
|
|
149966
|
I'll still want the blinds open
and the lights on,
to see the papier-mache of our flesh
fighting death away to the century mark,
even if you only want to live until
a ripe eighty-two.
|
149931
|
ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
|
149964
|
you tell
a stranger's story...
|
14991310
|
Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
|
